User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3474228-20110818022753

The glowing sun casts its light softly over Mossflower as it begins to descend below the horizon. The sky turns a beautiful shade of purple, orange, and blue as clouds wash over the sun's light and cast scattered shadows on the forest floor.

The beautiful scenery, however, is completely ignored by the inhabitants at Redwall Abbey as they stare down fearfully at the army down below. Within the ditch, vermin archers stand, arrows notched to bows, waiting to fire on their master's orders. And speaking of the master himself, he stands elegantly, clad in chain mail battle armor, even as unnecessary as it is.

The tapestry of Martin the Warrior flutters gently in the slight breeze from its vantage point on a long pole held by a soldier of the army. The tall muscular master looks upwards, his glinting eyes tilted wickedly. "Who is going to protect you know, you slobbering superstitious woodlanders?" A deep growling laugh starts in his chest and works its way out of his mouth.

He holds a paw out, pointing to a bound figure a few metres away. "Aye, yore poor Abbot lies here, my prisoner! And what can you do about it? Nothing! If we are followed, he dies! If I should know about any mutiny residing within my newly conquered lands, you shall all perish. The days of foolish warlords are over. You may have beat my ancestors once, but I am not as foolish as them!"

With these words, his soldiers begin chanting loudly. "Marlfox! Marlfox! Marlfox!" The Abbey dwellers cover their ears and begin sobbing at the pitiful state of their Abbot and the loss of their Abbey founder's memory. A hardened otter warrior, Skipper of all otters, glares down at the Marlfox, hatred plastered across his face. But he realizes it is over.

The Marlfox, Sahaz, raises a paw, instantly halting his soldiers. He beckons one to stand forwards. "Corbus, come here." He takes the pole carrying the tapestry and hands it to Corbus, nodding. He then turns back to the Abbey. "Don't get any ideas, filthy lowlifes! But just in case..." A soldier behind him lights a fire on a thick piece of wood and hands it to Corbus. Sahaz smiles maliciously, his eyes still on the fearful Abbey creatures